Cleft of mystery
shadow leading to hidden waters
A mysterious spring that feeds
the well of dreams

Essence of rose,
she is bound with silver chains,
released to ride the night

At sunset I enter
love’s Eleusian mystery
Lost in her flowing waterfall
of midnight hair

She is rose and jasmine
and tigers breath
Orchids of night surround us
ecstatically she sips their nectar

Moon moth and night blooming flower
at sunrise vanishing
into the carmine sky

The first peach ripened
on the young tree
is easily plucked
It’s velvet against my lips
the ******* of it’s delicate sweet juices

Some cream to pour over it
then we eat it together
Our tongues touch
it’s soft flesh yielding

Then for a single plum
with it’s silken bejewelled skin
I delve deep to release
the gushing juice
anticipating
fresh figs, persimmons, morello cherries

Two new roses
growing next to each other,
silky petals just touching
Their delicate stamens
the sighing breeze
sets up a rhythm of caress

A honeybee brushes between them
understanding the ways of young flowers
His probiscus delicately probes
until it releases a flow of nectar
They comply
reluctantly opening

As a heady perfume
is released into the air,
the honeybee replete
weaves his way back to the hive
He hums with intoxicated
honeyed repletion

The boy is ignorance
The girl is want
They pump from the wellspring
The human font
Beware of them both
If doom you'd destroy
But of the two
Keep a close eye on the boy.

Why was Scrooge so god ****** special?
Where was Jacob's chance at heaven?

Like Bill Murray at the end of Scrooged
I'm overcome with emotion
And it's not just the *****
Unfettered sentimentality
Swiftly accrued
As I roll round in mawkishness
That I consume like food
Pining for that which I let die
And would again
To myself I just lie
I wouldn't know the truth
I'm an alien to it
Like some bastardised reverse ******* Jimmy Stewart.